From McSweeney's.
All the world’s a stage,
and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
So let’s reconnect on this over the weekend.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Feel free to reach out if you have further Q’s.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
We’ve got some great momentum going here;
Will this be done by EOD? By COB?
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than will fit in our engagement strategy.
Hath ye spied that client feedback? It is an email
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.
It’s an optics thing.
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me
The only K-cups left are blueberry!
and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
So let’s reconnect on this over the weekend.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Feel free to reach out if you have further Q’s.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
We’ve got some great momentum going here;
Will this be done by EOD? By COB?
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than will fit in our engagement strategy.
Hath ye spied that client feedback? It is an email
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.
It’s an optics thing.
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me
The only K-cups left are blueberry!
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